Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, I'm just his Bitch ;P
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~*~Rebellious Assassin~*~ Chapter One: Coming To Find Him By: Shin Shin-chan
The breeze was warm as she walked down the well traveled path. Various earrings and other trinkets clinked softly as she walked, creating a wind chime sound that floated in the air among the gentle calls of the mourning doves and robins. She stopped then, her bared feet making not even the smallest of dust clouds as they tamped down on the earth, stilling her position. Sniffing delicately, she found the scent she had been searching for. Her petite ears swiveled to catch any sound that was out of place before she started off the path.
Taking one clawed hand she straightened her dress, if it could be called that. Inch wide straps held it to her shoulders. The front scooped down into a low square neckline that showed a sufficient amount of cleavage, showing that she did not lack in breast size. The bottom half was just long enough to cover all of the essentials, with an inch or two to spare. There were slits up the sides, starting from the bottom and going to a little below her hip bones. It was powder blue in color, and it molded to her body, moving when she did, giving when it needed to. Her forearms also had coverings of some sort.
Made of the same thin material as her dress, it fit over her arms quite like a sock. Reaching almost to her elbows, but not quite, it covered everything except her palms and fingers. On the tops of her hands it made and arrow shape, the tips stopping at the base of her middle fingers, and there were strings loops that went around them to hold it in place. There were similar coverings on her legs. They came to a quarter of the way below her knees and went over the tops of her feet. It stopped at the balls of her feet and scooped under to cover the soft underbellies of them. It left only holes for her toes and her heels. The material on the undersides of these coverings were thicker for protection against foreign objects.
Taking careful steps through the ankle high sea of grass, she began to walk across the Endless Field. This field was well named. There had been a curse placed upon it years ago by a backwards sorceress. She had intended the curse to stop the faint hearted and shallow from reaching her cave home, but she made a slip up. Now, in order to cross the Endless, you must never doubt that you know where you are going, or what you are going there for. If you do, the spell will make the field stretch out and seem endless, thus the name, and the traveler will either die of starvation and thirst, or turn around a walk back to the path. The path is always exactly twenty meters behind them, because, mind you, this field only seems endless.
The wind picked up slightly blowing her waist length pale golden hair in front of her and out to the side. Deft hands collected it and placed it over her shoulder so that it hung to cover her breast. Soft white-purple eyes rolled lazily towards the heavens as she sighed, and reached for one of her many necklaces. She had five or six wrapped around her neck that hung at various lengths, and the one she grasped in her small hand held a strange pinkish gem that rested in between her breasts. She also had many earrings. At her ear lobes there was a simple thin metal chain that hung down about an inch or so. Next was a bar with a blood red drop at the end, then two smallish hoops, one gold one silver. Last was a stud that had a green drop at the end; she liked these the best.
A strange growling sound reached the fuzzy appendages that were her ears. She turned towards it, arching a delicate eyebrow and cast a simple spell that would make the thing levitate before her. The thing whimpered as it was raised into the air. It was only a lesser wolf youkai pup. She let it down slowly, and small smiling gracing her lovely face as she heard the pup scamper back to its parents. She began walking again, neither rushing nor delaying. As she walked she sang an old song of her people's, her sweet voice litting across the field and up through the branches of the trees, making various animals and lesser youkai look her way.
Taking orders not asking questions, traveling only at night. With swords by side, and ax in hand, we prepare for a gruesome fight.
Her people reveled in a good fight, and that is how they became what they were. Warriors. But over the years things changed and powers shifted, and warriors were not what lords wanted for hire. They wanted someone who could sneak past guards and into a castle. Someone who could slink through the shadows of the woods or fields, stay for a night and not leave a trace of them ever being there. Someone who could be a predator and seek human or youkai prey. Someone who could kill without a sound. Assassins.
Blood covered floors are our red carpets. Strangled screams music to our ears. Bloodied hands and blood soaked clothes, will signify a job well done.
Yes she was an assassin. She had been her whole life. But she also had an edge over the others from her village; the humans. She was half demon. A hanyou, but she had not been scorned by either side; youkai or human. To do so would mean a slow and painful death. Both her parents were extremely powerful beings.
Like the mongoose, we kill the snake, our teeth sink deeper then deep. When our prey pulls its last breath, we smile our souls do not weep.
Her mother, Wabuka, was a very powerful sorceress. Through her she had gain the ability to cast spells of varying difficulty. She had also been a beauty among beauties. Long raven hair fell to below her waist and its blue highlights shone in the sun. She had inherited her eyes from her mother; they were the same pale purple tone. Her mother was fair skinned and a rather happy soul. But when she was crossed or made to be angry, the ones who caused her to be so simply vanished.
Emotionless, not starved of love, we watch for our brothers as they would us. Stray arrows struck down with lightning speed, No one akin is killed on our watch.
Her father, Shinyu, was a most powerful demon. His true form was a huge pale golden monster of a dog. In his 'human' form, her father had the same pale golden hair. His eyes were sky blue and darkened with rage or sadness. He was also extremely quick to temper. She had inherited these traits along with her father's keen senses of hearing and sight. Her father had also been the one to name her. Exactly eight days after her birth her father had taken her to a ledge on the side of a rocky mountain. He had held her up in the moon light, and titled her. Her personality had already begun to show, so he could appropriately do so. "Shinshinui: Daughter of the sorceress Wabuka and the Inu youkai Shinyu, User of magic, Lover of Challenges, Second heir to the Neebu clan throne." He had said. "Shinshinui, my daughter, the assassin."
So sleep, sleep little babe, do not wake and cry. We must finish what we have started, or do you wish to die?
The song ended in a question that hung in the air like dead weight. It was a morbid song, but one that she new well and those words were etched into her heart and were part of her soul. They were in a way her life. Shinshinui frowned slightly; it didn't not mar her pretty features in the least. Killing was her life. Her sole purpose in life was to take orders from one lord or the next to slay a certain someone or another. Killing men wasn't so bad. She thought of them as pigs anyway, always drooling over any female they took a fancy to, and some even raping the unfortunate woman.
The thing she thought was horrible, was that often she was forced to slay women and children. She had cried to her father the first time she had been sent to assassinate a mother and baby. It had been the woman's first child, and the baby had been no more then two months old. She had been very tempted to keep it as her own, after all she loved children. Shinyu had understood; he also loathed them jobs that sent him to do such deeds. But no one could know it. No lord could ever find that an assassin such as himself had even one weakness. Most didn't even know that he had mated and had a daughter.
Shaking her head to clear away thoughts of the past, Shinshinui realized that she was at the edges of the woods. Sniffing, she found the scent still there. Pulling in a deep breath she walked into the forest. Once again her thoughts wondered to the man she had been sent to kill. The description was vague. It stated only that he traveled with five other beings and was strong. Not even 'very strong,' just... 'strong.' Shinshinui wondered briefly if he was to strong for her to kill. Snorting softly she shook her head again. After training with her mother and father, she could kill almost anyone. Almost.
The scent was stronger now. Her pace picked up slightly at the thought of finishing the job quickly so she could return to her village. Her clan. Her home. Sometimes she felt she traveled so much that she had no home, and she was surprised every time the young village children latched themselves onto her legs, and her mother came to welcome her home. At times she thought she should quite being an assassin and stay in her village, but that was just unheard of. Anyone with such thoughts was often scorned. But, again, no one would dare scorn her.
A slight growl ripped itself from her throat as her mind scream at her to concentrate on the job at hand. Shinshinui perked up her ears as she detected the slight sound of someone's breathing. Taking a giant step she went around a thicket or brambles, and stopped dead in her tracks. Lying beneath a tree was a boy. His clothes were in shreds and his body was torn and bleeding. His brow was scrunched in apparent pain as he whimpered in his unconscious state.
Taking a cautious step forward, Shinshinui crouched in front of the boy, and wipe some of his snowy white hair off of his sweat soaked forehead. Something about this boy was different she concluded. Though she couldn't figure out what it was for the life of her. Heaving an impatient sigh she sat down Indian style and looked him over. If he had been standing he would have been just a little taller then her. The boy whimpered again and Shinshinui rolled her eyes back to his face. His lips were parted slightly and his brow had smoothed out. He looked to only be sleeping.
With an indignant snort Shinshinui jumped to her feet when she realized that she had been staring at the unconscious boy for quite some time. Furiously kicking a small rock out of her path, she turned to leave. This couldn't be the person she was looking for. Where were the other five people? And if he had been beaten up this badly he couldn't possibly be that strong. Not really. The boy muttered something in his state of rest, and Shinshinui turned, knowing completely well what he had said. The boy muttered again. This time the words, " Kikyo.....protect.....gone..." were clearly heard. 'Who's Kikyo?' Shinshinui thought. Shrugging she again turned to leave when something caught her eye.
Turning back to the boy she examined his head. Her eyes went wide as she found what she thought she would never see in her life. Ears. Not regular ears. The ears of a Hanyou. Fuzzy white ears that swiveled around constantly even in his unconscious state. Shock made her legs give out from under her and she reached up to lightly touch her own ears. Shock wore away into awe as she gazed at the boy's face. He mouthed another word, and something sparked inside her. Curiosity. This boy had caught her interest. Standing up again she looked down at the strange boy with her hands on her hips. A small smile played across her lips.
"Well shoot," she said.
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~*~Rebellious Assassin~*~ Chapter One: Coming To Find Him By: Shin Shin-chan
The breeze was warm as she walked down the well traveled path. Various earrings and other trinkets clinked softly as she walked, creating a wind chime sound that floated in the air among the gentle calls of the mourning doves and robins. She stopped then, her bared feet making not even the smallest of dust clouds as they tamped down on the earth, stilling her position. Sniffing delicately, she found the scent she had been searching for. Her petite ears swiveled to catch any sound that was out of place before she started off the path.
Taking one clawed hand she straightened her dress, if it could be called that. Inch wide straps held it to her shoulders. The front scooped down into a low square neckline that showed a sufficient amount of cleavage, showing that she did not lack in breast size. The bottom half was just long enough to cover all of the essentials, with an inch or two to spare. There were slits up the sides, starting from the bottom and going to a little below her hip bones. It was powder blue in color, and it molded to her body, moving when she did, giving when it needed to. Her forearms also had coverings of some sort.
Made of the same thin material as her dress, it fit over her arms quite like a sock. Reaching almost to her elbows, but not quite, it covered everything except her palms and fingers. On the tops of her hands it made and arrow shape, the tips stopping at the base of her middle fingers, and there were strings loops that went around them to hold it in place. There were similar coverings on her legs. They came to a quarter of the way below her knees and went over the tops of her feet. It stopped at the balls of her feet and scooped under to cover the soft underbellies of them. It left only holes for her toes and her heels. The material on the undersides of these coverings were thicker for protection against foreign objects.
Taking careful steps through the ankle high sea of grass, she began to walk across the Endless Field. This field was well named. There had been a curse placed upon it years ago by a backwards sorceress. She had intended the curse to stop the faint hearted and shallow from reaching her cave home, but she made a slip up. Now, in order to cross the Endless, you must never doubt that you know where you are going, or what you are going there for. If you do, the spell will make the field stretch out and seem endless, thus the name, and the traveler will either die of starvation and thirst, or turn around a walk back to the path. The path is always exactly twenty meters behind them, because, mind you, this field only seems endless.
The wind picked up slightly blowing her waist length pale golden hair in front of her and out to the side. Deft hands collected it and placed it over her shoulder so that it hung to cover her breast. Soft white-purple eyes rolled lazily towards the heavens as she sighed, and reached for one of her many necklaces. She had five or six wrapped around her neck that hung at various lengths, and the one she grasped in her small hand held a strange pinkish gem that rested in between her breasts. She also had many earrings. At her ear lobes there was a simple thin metal chain that hung down about an inch or so. Next was a bar with a blood red drop at the end, then two smallish hoops, one gold one silver. Last was a stud that had a green drop at the end; she liked these the best.
A strange growling sound reached the fuzzy appendages that were her ears. She turned towards it, arching a delicate eyebrow and cast a simple spell that would make the thing levitate before her. The thing whimpered as it was raised into the air. It was only a lesser wolf youkai pup. She let it down slowly, and small smiling gracing her lovely face as she heard the pup scamper back to its parents. She began walking again, neither rushing nor delaying. As she walked she sang an old song of her people's, her sweet voice litting across the field and up through the branches of the trees, making various animals and lesser youkai look her way.
Taking orders not asking questions, traveling only at night. With swords by side, and ax in hand, we prepare for a gruesome fight.
Her people reveled in a good fight, and that is how they became what they were. Warriors. But over the years things changed and powers shifted, and warriors were not what lords wanted for hire. They wanted someone who could sneak past guards and into a castle. Someone who could slink through the shadows of the woods or fields, stay for a night and not leave a trace of them ever being there. Someone who could be a predator and seek human or youkai prey. Someone who could kill without a sound. Assassins.
Blood covered floors are our red carpets. Strangled screams music to our ears. Bloodied hands and blood soaked clothes, will signify a job well done.
Yes she was an assassin. She had been her whole life. But she also had an edge over the others from her village; the humans. She was half demon. A hanyou, but she had not been scorned by either side; youkai or human. To do so would mean a slow and painful death. Both her parents were extremely powerful beings.
Like the mongoose, we kill the snake, our teeth sink deeper then deep. When our prey pulls its last breath, we smile our souls do not weep.
Her mother, Wabuka, was a very powerful sorceress. Through her she had gain the ability to cast spells of varying difficulty. She had also been a beauty among beauties. Long raven hair fell to below her waist and its blue highlights shone in the sun. She had inherited her eyes from her mother; they were the same pale purple tone. Her mother was fair skinned and a rather happy soul. But when she was crossed or made to be angry, the ones who caused her to be so simply vanished.
Emotionless, not starved of love, we watch for our brothers as they would us. Stray arrows struck down with lightning speed, No one akin is killed on our watch.
Her father, Shinyu, was a most powerful demon. His true form was a huge pale golden monster of a dog. In his 'human' form, her father had the same pale golden hair. His eyes were sky blue and darkened with rage or sadness. He was also extremely quick to temper. She had inherited these traits along with her father's keen senses of hearing and sight. Her father had also been the one to name her. Exactly eight days after her birth her father had taken her to a ledge on the side of a rocky mountain. He had held her up in the moon light, and titled her. Her personality had already begun to show, so he could appropriately do so. "Shinshinui: Daughter of the sorceress Wabuka and the Inu youkai Shinyu, User of magic, Lover of Challenges, Second heir to the Neebu clan throne." He had said. "Shinshinui, my daughter, the assassin."
So sleep, sleep little babe, do not wake and cry. We must finish what we have started, or do you wish to die?
The song ended in a question that hung in the air like dead weight. It was a morbid song, but one that she new well and those words were etched into her heart and were part of her soul. They were in a way her life. Shinshinui frowned slightly; it didn't not mar her pretty features in the least. Killing was her life. Her sole purpose in life was to take orders from one lord or the next to slay a certain someone or another. Killing men wasn't so bad. She thought of them as pigs anyway, always drooling over any female they took a fancy to, and some even raping the unfortunate woman.
The thing she thought was horrible, was that often she was forced to slay women and children. She had cried to her father the first time she had been sent to assassinate a mother and baby. It had been the woman's first child, and the baby had been no more then two months old. She had been very tempted to keep it as her own, after all she loved children. Shinyu had understood; he also loathed them jobs that sent him to do such deeds. But no one could know it. No lord could ever find that an assassin such as himself had even one weakness. Most didn't even know that he had mated and had a daughter.
Shaking her head to clear away thoughts of the past, Shinshinui realized that she was at the edges of the woods. Sniffing, she found the scent still there. Pulling in a deep breath she walked into the forest. Once again her thoughts wondered to the man she had been sent to kill. The description was vague. It stated only that he traveled with five other beings and was strong. Not even 'very strong,' just... 'strong.' Shinshinui wondered briefly if he was to strong for her to kill. Snorting softly she shook her head again. After training with her mother and father, she could kill almost anyone. Almost.
The scent was stronger now. Her pace picked up slightly at the thought of finishing the job quickly so she could return to her village. Her clan. Her home. Sometimes she felt she traveled so much that she had no home, and she was surprised every time the young village children latched themselves onto her legs, and her mother came to welcome her home. At times she thought she should quite being an assassin and stay in her village, but that was just unheard of. Anyone with such thoughts was often scorned. But, again, no one would dare scorn her.
A slight growl ripped itself from her throat as her mind scream at her to concentrate on the job at hand. Shinshinui perked up her ears as she detected the slight sound of someone's breathing. Taking a giant step she went around a thicket or brambles, and stopped dead in her tracks. Lying beneath a tree was a boy. His clothes were in shreds and his body was torn and bleeding. His brow was scrunched in apparent pain as he whimpered in his unconscious state.
Taking a cautious step forward, Shinshinui crouched in front of the boy, and wipe some of his snowy white hair off of his sweat soaked forehead. Something about this boy was different she concluded. Though she couldn't figure out what it was for the life of her. Heaving an impatient sigh she sat down Indian style and looked him over. If he had been standing he would have been just a little taller then her. The boy whimpered again and Shinshinui rolled her eyes back to his face. His lips were parted slightly and his brow had smoothed out. He looked to only be sleeping.
With an indignant snort Shinshinui jumped to her feet when she realized that she had been staring at the unconscious boy for quite some time. Furiously kicking a small rock out of her path, she turned to leave. This couldn't be the person she was looking for. Where were the other five people? And if he had been beaten up this badly he couldn't possibly be that strong. Not really. The boy muttered something in his state of rest, and Shinshinui turned, knowing completely well what he had said. The boy muttered again. This time the words, " Kikyo.....protect.....gone..." were clearly heard. 'Who's Kikyo?' Shinshinui thought. Shrugging she again turned to leave when something caught her eye.
Turning back to the boy she examined his head. Her eyes went wide as she found what she thought she would never see in her life. Ears. Not regular ears. The ears of a Hanyou. Fuzzy white ears that swiveled around constantly even in his unconscious state. Shock made her legs give out from under her and she reached up to lightly touch her own ears. Shock wore away into awe as she gazed at the boy's face. He mouthed another word, and something sparked inside her. Curiosity. This boy had caught her interest. Standing up again she looked down at the strange boy with her hands on her hips. A small smile played across her lips.
"Well shoot," she said.
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